Su Wan's corner of the mouth had a tiny cut from a bite, and Gu Nanzhou lightly touched it on the red mark, his gaze growing ever darker. He suppressed the blazing color welling up from the bottom of his eyes, his voice very low.
"Does it still hurt?"
Gu Nanzhou's fingertips were a bit cool, and his voice was pleasant. Perhaps because he had been drinking, his voice was gentler than usual, now husky and full of magnetic appeal, carrying a lingering lust, so pleasing it made one's ears go soft.
In an instant, Su Wan thought of those heart-fluttering moments again, her ears burning, she shook off Gu Nanzhou's hand and raised hers to push him.
Gu Nanzhou didn't dare to get too close to her, embracing the young girl with light force, so he was pushed away unguardedly, and Su Wan slid down to the ground against the wall.
Squatting on the ground, Su Wan hugged her knees and buried her face into her arms, crying intermittently, "Don't, don't touch me."
